daisychain

January Blues

January Blues

 

Grey….thoughts and skies, no colour;

tho’ a bright white sky insists the sun will shine later, but I am not sure;

You are all gone far away now that Christmas cheer is past,

And I must collect my thoughts and hope together to forge ahead.

 

Glimpses of hope in the garden arouse my interest;

The yellow hellebore’s head is drooping

But underneath her nodding face is smiling.

 

Nature, once more, becomes my healer.

 

Comments2

  • psychofemale

    i love this, i have seasonal depression so i can relate to this a lot 😉

  • daisychain

    Thanks for your very kind comment.



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